Nordic Noir Authors Novels & Stories

Don had placed a paperweight on the page—a small stone from the beach in Portugal, the one they had brought back as a souvenir, the one that lived on Don's desk and held down maps and papers that needed holding. Don had three books by the end of the week. Ernest knew this because of the deliveries—the familiar pattern of the arrival of the programme. The books came in the post, in padded envelopes and small boxes, and Don would open each one with the specific quality of someone who was building a foundation. The books were different from the Greece books in subject and quality: one was about the Norse relationship to winter and darkness, a cultural history of how the people of the far north

Heather said excitedly. "She does, doesn't she, but shh, need to keep that a secret until Hela shifts." Ingrid tells her daughter. "OK Momie." She said. I was confused as to why that had to be kept secret, but Hela didn't seem concerned, so I didn't question it. "So, there are six packs all run by an Alpha and his team." Ingrid said, "We are the West Nordic Pack and we cover most of Norway. Heather, what are the other five?"

It took over an hour before sirens finally tore through the silence of the frozen plain. I was crouched behind a rock, maybe 30 feet from the car, wrapped in a mud-stained parka. My hands wouldn't let go of a nearly dead power bank. Forensics, highway patrol, and local detectives all showed up together. Six people had come out here to the Northwind Trail for the trip. Only one of us was still breathing. The other five were trapped in their seats by seatbelts, bodies bent at impossible angles.

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he said pointing to a file of papers on the desk. “What is it all about?” Olivia asked, picking up the file casually. “There have been a few suspicious killings in a remote town in Norway, four to be precise, over the past three weeks. The Paranormal Authority has flagged the incidents. They suspect foul play… you know…as in supernatural involvement. So I have approved the mission,” he explained. “How can you be so sure? Could be a psychopath on the loose,” Olivia said, reclining in her chair.

Olson Embers: A Collection of Dark Fiction by Kenneth W. Cain Visions of the Mutant Rain Forest, by Bruce Boston and Robert Frazier Tribulations by Richard Thomas Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast by Jonathan Winn Flowers in a Dumpster by Mark Allan Gunnells The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant Through a Mirror, Darkly by Kevin Lucia Things Slip Through by Kevin Lucia Where You Live by Gary McMahon Tricks, Mischief and Mayhem by Daniel I. Russell